My Hand And Yours

You're the worst

The two males walked into the bar that had loud music already blaring in all corners and the smell of smoke, alcohol and what not wafted in the air as they walked deeper inside. Minhyun would avoid as much human contact as possible to Baekho's amusement. He also rather stick close to the shorter male than bump into any unnecessary people, mostly because Baekho had already grabbed him by the waist earlier and that was probably the most body contact he has had with another in awhile.

"This is horrendous. Why do people even do this?" Minhyun asked while lowering his head so Baekho could hear him over the loud music.

"Not everyone gets to lead a nice life like you. They all need some way to relieve their stress," Baekho replied in a loud yell that made Minhyun flinch. He found a small round table at the side and brought Minhyun there to sit. Minhyun was really reluctant to sit on the stools since he could only imagine what they had on them. "If you don't want to sit on the stool, want to sit on my lap?"

Minhyun glared at Baekho in disbelief. "How can you say something so shameless?"

"How can you stand being such a clean freak?" Baekho shot back and Minhyun clenched his jaw. "Come on." He patted his thigh, making Minhyun's eyes travel downwards. Minhyun was seriously contemplating about it since he didn't want to sit on the chair but he also didn't want to be seen sitting on someone else's thigh especially if it was going to be the thigh of his sister's future husband.

"I'll stand," he said in the end and Baekho rolled his eyes.

"Fine. You're a tough cookie, you know that?" Baekho said before leaving the table to get them drinks. Minhyun reached out for the other but the crowd stopped him from moving forward so he just stood there at the table awkwardly. He was already starting to get a headache from the loud noises emitted by the boom box and people but he couldn't just exit now as much as he wanted to. Baekho came back with two drinks in his hands and placed them onto the table. He slid one of the glasses over to Minhyun and smiled.

"I don't drink," Minhyun said and Baekho made an annoyed groan.

"Seriously. What do you even do for fun?" Baekho asked as he sipped his drink and Minhyun scoffed.

"I read. And write. And do things that you most likely don't do since they're not your definition of fun," Minhyun responded in a haughty tone. Baekho chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"I sure don't. I like to drink, work out and do outdoor stuff," Baekho said with a grin.

"Are we really sharing our hobbies? What exactly are you trying to achieve here?" Minhyun asked suspiciously. Baekho shrugged and turned towards the dance floor. It was a Saturday after all so it wasn't surprising that there were already people partying their hearts out. Minhyun glanced in the direction that the other was looking at and his heart filled with dread. The sweat emanating off others and body bumping was definitely not his idea of fun.

"Do you dance?" Baekho asked, changing the topic. Minhyun frowned at him.

"I do know how to dance but definitely not in that fashion. It's unruly and utterly disgusting."

"That's a little harsh there, my prince. But it's enjoyable if you lose yourself to the music."

"Nothing is fun in losing yourself."

"Gosh. Why do you have to be like... the total opposite of me?" Baekho asked with a grumble. He paused for awhile before smirking and holding a hand out to Minhyun. "Want to dance?"

"No. Did you not hear what I just say?"

"I did but it's not like it'll hurt to try," Baekho replied.